Jareth came awake to the ripple of the Labyrinth's magic surging, almost dizzy as it swept over him, urging him even as he reached out to find. . .

Sarah.

Jareth smiled as the Labyrinth's magic rose again, all but singing with glee; he'd known his Queen would return, and however long she made him wait - however it ached - would be little more than a heartbeat to one of his kind, in all his impatience, aching for her to come to him freely, as he'd offered himself to her.